How Could Magic Be as Practical as an Iron Fist?
In the clearing in the woods, a gentle breeze swirled the torn grass clippings between the two.
Riyao cracked his knuckles, the nonchalance in his eyes slightly diminishing as he resolved to resolve the matter swiftly and decisively.
Larcade's 'Desire' magic was a trump card meticulously crafted by Zeref to counter the Black Dragon Acnologia.
Even if Riyao himself has an extremely high life level, he cannot guarantee that he is completely immune to magic that directly tests the primal instincts of the soul.
"Hey, nephew, let's make a deal. Don't use any of that weird, lewd magic."
Upon hearing this, Larcade paused slightly in the fingers that were holding the prayer beads, his pale golden eyes fixed on Riyao, his expression showing a hint of inquiry and wariness.
"You seem to know a lot about my magic. Logically speaking, even the Spriggan 12 don't fully understand my magic. How do you know it?"
Riyao's lips curled into a wicked smile. He reached out and grabbed at the air, pulling out sunglasses from who-knows-where. He stood there, exuding an extremely arrogant and domineering air.
"Is that alright? In exchange, I'll put in a good word for you later, and I can also put in a good word for the First Generation too."
Zera, hiding behind a tree trunk, nearly hit her chin on the floor; her little mouth was agape.
What's going on?!
When did Mavis have a child?!
And it was this white-haired young man in front of me, who looked to be in his early twenties and was wearing a monk's robe?!
Riyao pushed up his sunglasses, leaned down, and chuckled softly in an extremely seductive tone.
"Besides, you can't control this magic, and it will affect Zeref. You don't want him to dislike you, do you? Hehehe."
Looking at Riyao's lewd face with his crooked mouth and villainous laugh, Zera, standing to the side, covered her head with her hands and felt more and more that this blond bastard was the real villain.
The conditions offered by Riyao were a devastating blow to Larcade, who desperately craved Zeref's approval.
The boy's mind flashed with Zeref's indifferent face, and after less than a second of internal struggle, he nodded slightly.
"Okay, I can skip the part about lust."
"My nephew's got it! I'll let you know when I'm packing it for you—oh no, I mean twice."
Larcade frowned slightly at the way Larkad kept calling him "nephew."
What kind of elder is this person to me?
It felt like the seniority system had suddenly become incredibly restrictive, creating an inexplicable and eerie sense of oppression.
[Life Mimicry - False God Form]
Without another word, Riyao was suddenly enveloped in a pure and sacred warm white light, his long hair moved without wind, and he exuded a supreme sense of pressure, like a god.
"Now that we've reached an agreement, let's begin. I won't hold back."
Feeling the life force opposite them, which was even purer and nobler than their own, both Larcade and Zera's expressions changed slightly.
Larcade removed the last trace of nonchalance from his face, his eyes becoming extremely sharp. He clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and dozens of dazzling pure white magic arrays suddenly opened up in the void behind him!
[Blade of Light]
Whoosh--
A piercing sound tore through the air, and countless blades of light shot out towards the Riyao like a torrential rain. Wherever they passed, even the air itself was cut with visible white cracks!
Riyao remained expressionless, raised his right hand, and casually snapped his fingers.
Snap!
In an instant, the thousands of whistling light blades seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall of time.
They hovered neatly in mid-air, three meters away from him, even the magical arcs dancing on them were completely frozen.
This is not a large-scale time-space freeze; Riyao merely forcibly pressed the pause button on these light blades.
Zera's mouth gaped open into an "O" shape again, and she stood there, frozen in place.
Are all the younger generation of mages these days this outrageous when they fight?!
Riyao tilted his head, put his hands in the pockets of his floral shirt, and grinned.
"Nephew, if that's all you've got, you won't be able to beat me."
The moment he opened his mouth, his previous air of divine superiority shattered instantly, replaced by a thuggish, rambling accent.
Zera rolled her eyes dramatically from behind.
Larcade's eyes darkened, and his hand seals changed abruptly!
[The Touch of Gluttony]
The earth trembled violently, and countless eerie tentacles emitting white light burst forth from the void, carrying a greedy aura that devoured all life, sweeping in from all directions!
Riyao lightly tapped the ground with his toes, retreating backward while still muttering to himself relentlessly.
"I'm not some magical girl either; this attack has almost no effect on me."
Each time those tentacles, radiating a chilling white glow, brushed against the trees, the thick trunks seemed to be gnawed in the mouth by some invisible behemoth, instantly turning into decaying cavities.
Zera's face turned pale with fright, and her two tiny, transparent hands gripped Riyao's clothes tightly.
[Sands of Time]
With a gentle wave of his left hand, Riyao caused those terrifying tentacles to disintegrate at an astonishing speed, turning into sand and disappearing into the air in just half a second, as if they had never existed at all.
Taking advantage of the moment when Larcade's move was broken and he was in a daze, Riyao stretched his neck and his fists turned into a series of afterimages, so fast that their trajectories were almost invisible!
[The Iron Fist of Space]
Without any fancy energy waves, Riyao's fist directly shattered the spatial ripples in front of him.
In the next instant, ripples appeared in the space around Larcade's face, ribs, and back as dozens or even hundreds of fists, each carrying immense force, suddenly slammed out from every corner!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Larcade's pupils contracted sharply, and he frantically raised his hands to form hand seals and block.
But just as he blocked the heavy punch from the front, his side waist and back were hit solidly dozens of times. He was completely unable to defend against the dimensional attacks of Riyao that defied all the laws of physics!
In just three seconds, accompanied by a series of muffled thuds, the once invincible Spriggan 12 were sent flying backward, carving a deep trench dozens of meters long into the ground. He was covered in wounds, and his white monk's robes were stained with mud and blood.
Riyao flicked his wrist, then slowly strolled forward, looking down at Larcade, who was scrambling to his feet in a disheveled state.
"Nephew, all your fancy tricks are useless. My iron fist is much more effective."
Larcade wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then squeezed his hands together in front of his chest, causing the soul magic within him to erupt like a volcano!
[Gluttony]
Buzz--
An invisible wave of spiritual energy swept across the entire forest area in an instant. Riyao's stomach suddenly let out a thunderous protest, and an indescribable, extreme hunger overwhelmed his reason like a tidal wave.
It felt as if every single cell in my body was hysterically craving food!
"No wonder it was used as a trump card against the Black Dragon."
Riyao clutched his stomach, a bead of cold sweat beading on his forehead, and gasped for breath.
The reason he could draw such a conclusion was not only because he was so hungry he was seeing stars, but more importantly... Zera, who was hanging beside him, had her eyes shining and bit his arm hard!